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The Doll House - A Choso x Reader Fanfic Part 1

When your younger sister is tricked into selling herself to the Doll House, you rush there to help her, only to find her being led away by her trainer, Choso. Moved by your desire to save your sister, he convinces the owner to let you take her place.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Gojo’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

On the outskirts of town, there stands a particular shop called the “Doll House”. Inside its walls you can find a “doll” to match any taste you might have. All your desires will be fulfilled, no matter how depraved. Satisfaction is guaranteed! The dolls are exceptionally high quality, thanks to the skillful trainers who work with them twenty-four hours a day, molding them into perfect toys for your enjoyment.

Each trainer has a specialty that they focus on, and they all take great pride in their work. Their methods differ greatly, their approaches vary, but they all follow one rule: never get attached to a doll. After the training is complete, they hand the dolls over to their new owners, and never see them again. However, just once over the course of their careers, trainers are allowed to pick a doll they’ve personally trained and keep her as their own.

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Choso’s. I’m keeping the tag list from previous parts. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. FemDom. Sub Choso. Oral sex. Foot kissing. Divider by @benkeibear!

Your phone won’t stop buzzing. Even with the sound turned off, it’s making a racket in your bag, disturbing the important meeting you’re in. With a sigh, you slip it out to look at the Lock Screen. Your younger sister has sent you several messages. Wondering what kind of trouble she’s gotten herself into this time, you tap the latest message to open all of them.

“Sis, I need your help! It’s an emergency!!!!”

“Yosaku is in trouble with his dad. He needs money right now or the old man’s gonna kill him!!”

“We’re at the Doll House. Yosaku says he’ll win big at the next race and buy out my contract.”

“Guess I’m a doll now! Why won’t you answer me?! This is important!!!”

“The owner went to find a trainer for me. God, I hope I don’t get the BDSM guy!”

“Sis, I’m scared!!! Yosaku left and I don’t think he’s coming back!”

You clench the phone in your hand so hard, you almost break it.

“Fucking Yosaku!” you shout, then notice the dozen pairs of eyes that all immediately shift to you. You’re so enraged that you forgot you’re in a meeting. You apologize and excuse yourself, quickly leaving the office building where you work and heading toward the Doll House.

Your sister has been dating the son of a small time Yakuza boss for a little over six months now, and the two bit wannabe gangster has already ruined her life.

Before meeting Yosaku, your sister was always so sweet and never got into trouble. Despite only being four years older than her, you practically raised her. She’s the only family you have, and as such, you’re fiercely protective of her.

So when she introduced you to Yosaku, six years her senior, good looking in a “bad boy” sort of way, and with a terrible personality, you knew he was bad news. The fact that they started dating almost immediately after she turned eighteen was a big red flag. It’s like he was waiting for her, like a vulture.

She started getting into trouble within two weeks of meeting him. She got caught shoplifting items he instructed her to take (and he of course fled the scene when she was spotted). He got mad and ditched her in a dangerous part of town one night. He talked her into gambling away all her money. And a whole list of other things. Each time, you had to go and rescue her. And each time, you begged her to dump him before he got her into real, serious trouble.

Now she’s at the Doll House? Unbelievable! How could he convince her to give up ten years of her life for him?! You can only hope you make it there in time to stop the sale.

When you barge in the front door, past a front desk with a startled receptionist, and into a large circular room, you find your sister. She’s being led away by a pale man with a strange hairstyle, and she looks like a deer in the headlights.

“Stop!” you scream, rushing forward and ripping your sister’s arm out of the man’s hand. “Don’t touch my sister, you pervert!”

You don’t know a whole lot about the Doll system or the Doll House, but everyone knows the basics. The men here train women to be sex toys, usually with some bizarre fetish. A friend once told you a guy here makes his dolls crawl on the ground like a dog while wearing a butt plug. Unimaginable!

The man looks at you, seeming confused. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not anyone suspicious. I’m just her trainer.”

You place yourself in front of your sister, blocking his view of her. “You think I’m gonna let you train her to do depraved… sex stuff? I won’t let you hurt her!”

“I’m not going to hurt her,” he says, looking a little hurt himself that you would suggest such a thing. “My job is to prepare her to be a doll. I’m helping her.”

He seems so honest, but you can’t let yourself be fooled. “I don’t care what your job is. You can’t have my sister! Look at her, she’s just eighteen! She’s practically a baby! She’s still a virgin! You can’t turn her into-“

“Actually, sis, I’m not a virgin,” you hear your sister say behind you, making you wince. You assumed so, but it sucks to have it confirmed. Fucking Yosaku.

You look at her over your shoulder. “That’s not important right now.” Then you turn back to the man. “Please, don’t take her. She’s the only family I have. She has her whole life ahead of her.”

The trainer’s face softens slightly, as if he feels bad for you. “I’m sorry,” he says, “but she already signed the contract. There’s nothing I can do.”

“But there has to be some way out of this! Her lowlife boyfriend coerced her!”

“What’s going on in here?” a voice asks.

All of you look over to see a silver haired woman standing just inside the room. She’s holding a silk fan in one hand, the breathless receptionist standing beside her.

“Who are you?” you ask her.

She flips a long braid over her shoulder. “I’m the owner of this establishment. And if you’re here to stop a sale, you’re too late. Unless you want to pay some rather punishing fees for breaking the contract.”

You narrow your eyes. “Just how much are these fees?”

The owner snaps her fingers, and the receptionist scurries to grab a pen and paper. The owner writes something on it and the receptionist presents it to you. She wasn’t kidding when she said they were punishing! You’d never be able to pay this back! Even with your pretty good job. Your sister’s credit would be ruined forever. And you’d have to work yourself to the bone and you’d probably still lose everything.

Your mind races. Think! Think! There has to be a way out of this! An idea pops into your mind. A terrible one, but it’s the only one you have at the moment.

“What if I take her place?” you ask.

Your sister steps out from behind you to look you in the face. “Sis, no, this is my-“

“Just be quiet,” you hiss, using the sort of tone you took while caring for her as a child. The “angry mother” tone, she called it. She falls silent.

The owner looks you up and down. “I don’t know… We’ve never done something like that before.”

You get down on your knees, looking up at the owner with a pleading expression. “Please! My sister is young and naive. She can’t handle life as a doll. But I can! As the older sister, it’s my responsibility to protect her!”

Beside the owner, the trainer’s eyes widen. Then, suddenly, he moves over and gets down to his knees right next to you, bowing his head low.

“I’m asking as well,” he says to the owner, shocking you. “Out of respect for her wanting to protect her sister, could you let them trade places? The older sister would be more suited to my training anyway.”

The owner looks slightly flustered to be met with such old fashioned, formal pleas. But she sighs and says, “Alright, I’ll go get the paperwork fixed up.”

As she walks away, the trainer stands up, then offers you his hand. Still somewhat in shock, you take it and let him help you up.

“Thanks,” you tell him. “But why did you help me?”

He gives you a subtle smile. “I understand wanting to protect a younger sibling. I have a little brother I would do anything for.”

Wow, he’s actually pretty cute… for a sex crazed pervert. It just now occurs to you that he’s going to be your trainer now. This cute guy is going to be doing all sorts of depraved things to you!

Your sister hugs you suddenly, her face wet with tears. “You didn’t have to do that! This was my problem!”

You pull away from her and stroke her hair. “Yes, I did have to do this. Just promise me one thing: that you’ll stay away from Yosaku. He’s dangerous! The next time he gets you into trouble, I won’t be there to help. Don’t make what I’m doing be for nothing.”

Your sister nods. “I promise! I’m all done with him!”

After reading over and signing all the paperwork, you and your sister say your goodbyes. Then you turn to your trainer and say. “Well, I’m all yours.”

He reaches out and gently takes your hand, then leads you down a hallway. He actually seems… sweet? You can’t imagine him doing perverted things to you. But he is a trainer here. Sooner or later, this man is going to have sex with you. You’re not some blushing virgin, but the thought still makes you a little embarrassed.

Once inside his room, he shuts the door behind the two of you. His room looks surprisingly neat, clean, and comfortable. No crazy props or weird toys hanging on the walls. Thank goodness.

“Feel free to sit down,” he says, gesturing toward a pair of chairs on either side of a small table.

You walk over and take a seat, watching him a bit warily. You still don’t know what kind of fetish he specializes in.

“I’ll tell you about my training,” he says, as if he can read your mind. You sit up straight in the chair to listen as he goes on. “I train women to be Doms. Dominant. I will call you Mistress. My name is Choso but you can call me whatever you like. I will do anything you tell me to. For the next six weeks, I belong to you. Oh, before you ask, I can’t get you out of the contract. That’s up to the owner, not me.”

Wait. What? He’s training you to be a Dom? You’ve heard the term before, but it conjures up an image of a woman in a black leather corset, cracking a whip. You’re supposed to do that stuff with him?

“So, you’ll do anything I ask?”

He nods. “As long as it doesn’t violate any of the house rules, and is within my power.”

That doesn’t sound so bad. But you’re not naive. You know this is supposed to lead to things of a sexual nature. This is the Doll House after all. But at least you’ll probably get to do things at your own pace. You feel yourself relaxing slightly.

“Can you get me a cup of coffee?” you ask, curious to see how he responds.

“Of course, Mistress. How would you like it?”

“Hot. Heavy on the cream, no sugar.”

He gives you a small bow of his head. “Right away, Mistress.”

You watch him leave the room, then exhale deeply. Why does any doll trained by him ever do any of the sex stuff? Why not just make him rub your feet and bring you snacks for six weeks? You suppose that would defeat the purpose of being trained. What was it he called it? Preparing you to be a doll? Whoever your owner ends up being, he’s definitely going to expect some sex stuff.

But do you have to initiate it? Command Choso to sleep with you? You can’t imagine doing that.

He walks back in with a steaming cup and reaches it to you as if he’s a butler. You glance up at him, and you think he’d look really good in a butler uniform.

You noticed it before, but he’s really cute. He’s like a quiet goth guy without the piercings. His hair is styled into two short ponytails, one on either side of his head. It’s not a style you’ve seen before, but it looks good on him. His clothes are a bit baggy, making you curious about what’s under them.

The coffee is delicious, and Choso watches you drink it silently. After you sit the cup down, he asks, “Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

You think for a moment. “You’ll do anything? Even if it’s something embarrassing or demeaning?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

You frown. “I don’t know. It seems wrong to force you to do things.”

A gentle smile appears on his face. “If you’re concerned about consent, please don’t worry. I work here voluntarily because I like doing stuff like this. I’m happy to do anything you want. No matter what it is.”

There’s an eagerness in his voice that makes your heart beat fast. You take a deep breath and say, “Kiss my foot!”

You really just want to test whether he’ll actually do anything you say or not, and this seems like a relatively tame command. Actually it’s not sexual at all.

Or so you think, until Choso gracefully drops to his knees in front of you and, oh so gently, removes your high heeled shoe from your right foot. Then his hands move to your thigh, sliding just under your skirt. You start to yell at him, but then you realize he’s pulling your stocking down, slowly sliding it down your leg and off your foot.

His eyes lock onto yours as he carefully lifts your foot up in his hand, holding it up close to his face. He licks his lips, then presses them softly to the top of your foot as his hand caresses your ankle.

Oh wow. Okay, you kind of get how this all turns sexual. Choso on his knees in front of you, so eager to please, is doing things to you.

He stands back up, the tiniest hint of a grin on his pale face. He knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t be a very good trainer if he didn’t. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do, Mistress?”

Your heart is racing. You feel your face heating up. Fuck, did he just seduce you with a single kiss to your foot? You cough awkwardly and look away from his pretty face.

“I’m not sure what else to make you do,” you say, then quickly add, “What would you do if I told you to strip?”

He instantly begins pulling his loose fitting shirt over his head.

“Wait! I wasn’t serious! I was just messing around!” you yell, but his shirt is already off, dangling from his hand. Your eyes drink in his well defined torso, surprised by how toned he is. A cute face and a hot body? Plus he’s sweet and gentle? Is this guy the total package or what?

You shake your head. You can’t let yourself fall for him. He’s your trainer. He’s done this same stuff, and much more, with lots of other women. And besides, in six weeks you’ll belong to someone else. You just hope whoever that is has half of Choso’s charm.

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I thought you wanted me to undress,” he says, pulling his shirt back on. Why does he sound a little disappointed?

Now you really want to see what he’s packing beneath those baggy pants, but you can’t bring yourself to command him to show you. Not so soon after meeting him anyway.

“It’s my fault,” you tell him. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

He smiles at you. It’s a very warm expression. “Please don’t worry about it, Mistress. I’m here to please you.”

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Choso watches his new doll as she stands up and looks around the room. This will be her room for the next six weeks, so it’s good for her to familiarize herself with it.

“Can I go get some of my things from home?” she asks.

“Yes. You can leave the house so long as you come back by nightfall. That’s one of the house rules. If you go out at night, I have to go with you.”

She looks at her watch. “I guess I’ll just go tomorrow,” she says. “So what do we do for dinner?”

“There’s a dining hall where we all usually eat our meals,” he tells her, then goes on to explain what times meals are served and tells her about the small shared kitchen. He goes over some more house rules and also warns her that the other trainers all have their own styles, so she shouldn’t be surprised to see naked dolls or dolls in strange outfits.

She seems to be taking it all in fairly well.

For dinner, she opts to stay in his room while he fetches plates, saying she isn’t quite ready to meet everyone else. She also tells him to eat at the small table in his room with her. Some dolls, perhaps angry about being dolls in the first place, order him to sit on the floor and eat. It doesn’t bother Choso, but he does think his new doll seems nice so far.

“So you have a little brother?” she asks over dinner.

He looks up from his plate, somewhat surprised. Some dolls ask a few basic questions at first, just to get to know him a little, but this one managed to get straight to his favorite topic. He smiles and says, “Yes. His name is Yuji.”

Her face looks kind, pretty, as she asks, “How old is he?”

“Nine,” he answers. “He’s a very energetic child, but he’s very sweet.”

She’s smiling, perhaps thinking of her sister. “He sounds adorable. Do you get to spend much time with him?”

Choso lowers his eyes to his food. “Not as much as I like. We only share one parent, and both of his have died. He lives with his grandfather now. I visit him as much as I can, and he visits me here occasionally. Oh, don’t worry, he doesn’t understand what I do here.”

They talk for a while longer, Choso eventually getting his phone and showing her pictures of Yuji. And he almost forgets, for a few moments, that she’s a doll and he’s her trainer. For those few moments, they’re just two older siblings smiling and talking.

When night falls, Choso goes to take a shower. When he steps out, dressed in cozy sweats with his wet hair grazing his shoulders, his doll looks at him strangely.

“Is something wrong?” he asks her, drying his hair with a towel.

She blinks then averts her eyes. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she says, looking a little embarrassed before adding, “You look nice with your hair down.”

His doll decides to sleep in her clothes tonight, refusing his offer to wear something of his. And when it’s time to go to bed, he asks, “Where would you like me to sleep, Mistress?”

She wears a puzzled expression. “Uh, the bed?”

“Most dolls tell me not to sleep in the bed with them on the first night. I suppose they’re nervous, me being a stranger to them.”

She shrugs. “It’s your bed. It wouldn’t be right to force you out of it. Just don’t touch me and it’ll be fine.”

He stares at her. “You trust me already?”

She smiles as she climbs into his bed, staying on one side. “I think anyone who loves his little brother as much as you love Yuji can’t be a bad person.”

Choso feels his heart skip a beat, but he keeps his face neutral as he gets into bed, keeping a respectful distance from his doll.

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Two days later, you find yourself sitting in a chair in Choso’s room. He’s standing nearby, waiting for you to tell him to do something. These past couple of days, you’ve had him give you foot rubs, massage your shoulders, and brush your hair. All things pointedly not sexual. But in every case, Choso has made innocent actions seem incredibly sensual.

The way his hands touch you, the way his eyes look at you with desire, they make you want to order him to fuck you right now. But you can’t do that. You’ve been trying to think of a way to make the orders you give him more sexy, but it’s difficult for you to just tell a man you barely know to start doing sexy things to you.

You thought he was supposed to teach you how to be a Dom, but when you said that, he replied with, “It’s much better to just learn by experiencing things. So please tell me what you want me to do.”

Which was no help at all. You’re starting to think Choso isn’t a very good teacher.

If he would just tell you what he wants, what he’d like for you to order him to do, this would be far less awkward!

Wait. That might work!

“Choso,” you say, and he seems to perk up a bit at the sound of his name. “If you could pick one thing for me to tell you to do, what would it be?”

He smiles mildly. “I’d love to do anything you tell me to do, Mistress.”

“No. Give me a real, honest answer. This is an order from your Mistress. What would you most want to be ordered to do right now?”

He looks at you for a moment, then his eyes seem to get darker, a very slight pink flush to his cheeks. “What I’d most like to be ordered to do,” he says, keeping eye contact with you, “is to pleasure you with my mouth. To get on my knees in front of you while you spread your legs and stand over me, to taste you, to use my tongue to make you cum, over and over, until your legs give out.”

Oh shit. Are you seriously already wet just from hearing him talk about eating you out? There’s a hunger in his eyes, and you feel heat creeping across your face, your breaths quickening. Just imagining his pretty face buried between your thighs is making you horny as hell.

“Okay then,” you say, standing up and trying to keep your voice steady, trying to sound confident and in charge even though you feel like you’re about to melt into a puddle of goo, “do it. Pleasure me… with your mouth.”

The way his cute, pale face lights up! He drops to his knees on the spot, and slowly crawls over to you. When he reaches you, he puts his hands on your thighs and carefully slides your skirt down, looking you in the eyes as he does it.

“Mistress, may I please remove your panties?” he asks.

You feel like you can barely breathe as you nod and say, “Yes, you may.”

His gentle hands rub upwards, until they reach the top of your lace panties, and then he eases them down your legs, helping you to step out of them once they reach the floor. This leaves you standing in his room, naked from the waist down, while he kneels in front of you.

“Mistress, can you spread your legs?”

You feel your face burning as you move your feet further apart, giving him an eye full of your dripping pussy. He looks at it, then at your face, then licks his lips as if he’s about to dig into a tasty meal.

And boy does he dig in! He runs his tongue up your slit, collecting any juices he can, then uses his fingers to open your folds. He takes a moment to look at your most private place, then says, “You’re beautiful, Mistress,” before slowly licking your pussy. His tongue circles your clit, then his lips wrap around it, and you can almost hear him slurping at your wetness.

You look down at his face, only the top half visible, and his eyes shift up to yours. They’re half lidded, looking at you through his long eyelashes.

As he makes out with your pussy, licking and kissing it so sweetly, taking his time, your legs begin to tremble. The pleasure is simply too much. You’ve been eaten out before, but never like this, never as if your clit is the most delicious thing on earth.

“Ahh… Choso… I can’t…”

He pauses and glances up. “Are you alright, Mistress?”

“Y-yes, just… don’t stop, even if I tell you to. Not until I collapse,” you say, feeling slightly delirious. Did you really just say that?

“Of course, Mistress,” he says, then returns to devouring you.

Your hands move to his head, and you find yourself pulling the ponytails free and letting his hair loose. Then you’re gripping it, hopefully not hard enough to hurt. You hear him utter a quiet moan, and the vibration of his voice against your clit as his lips suckle it gently sends you over the edge.

You cry out, your hands tightening in his hair, your legs shaking and nearly giving way right then and there. His hands move around to your thighs and ass, holding you steady while his tongue laps up any fluids that leak out. You’re quivering, your clit extra sensitive and swollen after your orgasm, and that’s when his wet tongue glides over it again, pushing the hood even further back.

“W-wait! Oh God… oh fuck!”

Your body jerks, your legs turning into spaghetti as another orgasm hits you within minutes of the first. Choso’s grip on your body is firm, keeping you from crumbling. His lips and tongue are still working at your clit, moving at a faster pace now, making you shudder and moan.

“Choso… I can’t stand it… feels too good… I can’t…. I can’t…”

His mouth is relentless, pushing you right back to the edge. You know you must be pulling his hair too hard, but you have to grip something or you’ll fall apart. Then, you feel his teeth lightly scrape over your sensitive, overstimulated bud, and you inhale sharply, nearly choking on the air as you cum for the third time.

It feels like your body is dissolving as all strength leaves you. Choso catches you in his arms and eases you down to the carpeted floor, cradling you.

“Are you alright, Mistress?” he asks, his lips glistening with your juices.

You’re still twitching, clutching his arms as you ride out the aftershocks of the three most intense orgasms of your life. You can’t speak, so you just nod to answer him.

He holds you until you’re able to stand up with his help, then he helps you clean up before tucking you into bed.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, and you nod as he goes into the bathroom. You didn’t mention it, but when he was holding you on the floor, your upper half in his lap, you felt a rather impressive erection through his loose pants. You thought about doing something about it, but your mind was a little too hazy at that point. Oh well, you’re certain you’ll get plenty of chances to pleasure him as well.

You never imagined being a doll before all this, and you’re still angry that things turned out this way, but at least you have Choso as your trainer. You don’t know how things will turn out, who will end up owning you, but at least for now, the situation isn’t too bad. So you fall asleep to the sound of the water running in the shower, knowing Choso will be sleeping beside you again tonight.

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blkkizzat · 2 months ago

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Mmm prof sukuna is just...yummy. I can't even.

But since we're doing this, Prof Gojo. He teaches theoretical physics. Your major required you to take it. So you do, your senior year of undergrad. But you're an experimental physics kinda person. So you argue with him day and night. So it surprises you when you're a grad student that he seeks you out to bounce ideas off of. He invites you to join a collaboration. He introduces you to people. This man is not your advisor, but he's always creating an opportunity for you. Eventually, your going to dinner meetings with him and several other professors from the department. You're surprised to learn they ALL think you're his girlfriend. And he doesn't deny it. In fact, he just smirks and changes the subject. Now no matter who you deny it to, they all just say that you don't have to pretend and that it's not that weird. Except now, no one asks you out. Because they all think you're taken. You ask Satoru to clear things up and he just says to let it pass. The more you deny it, the worse it'll get. Eventually, eventually, you just give up and hang around him like normal. You're getting good opportunities out of it and he's a really good friend. Even if he is a theoretical physicist. But it all changes after you defend your dissertation. He comes and listens and afterward takes you for ice cream, and he kisses you. he tells you he was waiting until you weren't a student anymore. You're flabbergasted. And a little mad cause you barely get laid for two and a half years cause everyone you met on campus thought you were dating this man and time off campus was rare. But fear not cause you decide to get even. You demand he make up for all 30 months you went without.

Side note: geto is def an English prof right? And Nanami is math?

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🧠 nonny! pookies you eating with these! also prof geto is most def english, philosophy or anthro 100% and I can totally see prof nanami as math or he might be a dr on the md track and be your like attending when ur a resident kdhfkshfa.

prof gojo is really cute. i like how he played the long game and waited. i was surprised cause i didnt think he'd have it in him to do it but it make sense he could here if everyone thought you were dating already lefhdsdlkfhudslkfh. lmfao watch he's like fanning the flames himself behind your back.

ahhh wait i can't leave out my husband... even though i do NOT see him as an academic lmfao at all. buuuut WALK WITH ME HERE... professor toji of sports medicine.

prof toji happened to fall into the role more than anything. a former olympian he has over a dozen gold metals, the highest ever for a single person in japan and the first person to ever participate—let alone win in multiple categories. his physical prowess is a wonder to modern science and its purely his obsession with to being at his physical peak that drives him into academia so he could learn more about his body after being disillusioned with 'incompetent' personal trainers and physical therapist, taking his care into his own hands. prof toji now retired was practically begged to come to the university to teach. he teaches one class but mostly heads sports medicine at a university with a medical center where he trains and conditions sports athletes—you happen to be his TA/assistant, a former promising gymnast olympian but sidelined due to a wrist that never healed right. Toji is annoyed by you at first, brash disposition and a widower, he's not very personable at all. but one day you happen to be with him when his nanny has an emergency and drops a young 5 year old megumi off at his offices early. prof toji has to evaluate the swimmers in 20 minutes and it be too dangerous to take him to the pools, so you offer to watch him and toji, while skeptical has no choice but to let you. prof toji is quite shocked upon his return to find you in the aerobics area and megumi actually laughing—you taught him summersaults and he can almost do a cartwheel without falling over. he hasn't seen him laugh like that since his mom passed. prof toji feels indebted to you now and he hates that so he offers to take a look at your wrist even though you say theres 'nothing that can be done' which prof toji scoffs at. It takes a minor surgery and almost a year of physical therapy, strict diet and training regimine at his directive but your wrist actually heals!

fast forward 2 years and you are actually at the olympics! a bit older for the category but due to the immaculate physical therapy and training from prof toji you manage to get gold by mere fractions of points! taking it from the current champion of the last 3 years! prof toji is the first one to catch your eye when your scores are announced and when you flew into his arms out of gratitude he couldn't help the passionate kissed that followed as he literally kissed you for the first time in front of the whole world!

OMFGBFKSDHFKVA WAIT I ACTUALLLY ATE WITH THIS I ATE SO FUCKING HARDLJCSDLKJFHDSKJB I GOTTA WRITE THIS... NO STAWP I ALREADY HAVE TOO MCUHDFHSDJKCBK. WHO WANTS ME TO WRITE THIS?!

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meaningofaeons · 1 year ago

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Your writing is so pretty !! I really love your characterization ngl. I feel like you're great at keeping them in character! I was wondering if you could do some hcs of Blade, Dan Heng and Gepard having a crush on a more experienced/older member? For an example, Dan Heng having a crush on an experienced Nameless who was on the Express before him and sort of was the one who was more hands on with helping him learn the ropes. The same implies with the other two for their respective occupations. Idk, I see a lot of character x new member person but never the reverse. I think it's a little cute lol.

Thank you for reading and thanks double if you write it!!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ seniority

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau, blade, dan heng ⊹ word count - 1.9k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, reader is a silvermane guard lieutenant (gepard)/a senior member of the stellaron hunters (blade)/a senior member of the Nameless (dan heng), reader pretty much implied to be older in these, at least in terms of like physical appearance/age

hi anon!!! ♡(ﾐ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﻌ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ﾐ)ﾉ I was a big fan of this req ever since you first sent it in! I agree, there's so many "omg reader is an inexperienced baby and the character helps them and falls for them<3" but where's my characters getting swept off their feet by READER who's the senior member fr?!?!? no hate to anyone who writes the former, but I really like strong and capable readers !!!!! enjoy the req <3

⊹ Gepard Landau

Gepard pretty much knew you from the second he joined up with the Silvermane Guards.

As a Landau, it was always his duty, so he'd striven to do his best. However, just because it was his duty to stand at the top of the Supreme Guardian's defenses, doesn't mean he never looked up to anyone.

Despite being similar in age, you'd been a member of the guards far longer than he, enough to stand at the rank of Lieutenant before he had even joined.

At first, it really was just admiration. That, and a sense of seeking mentorship.

He'd follow you around like a lost puppy, the then-humble private Gepard trying to get any pointers he could from you

Would ask you to train with him now and then, or would ask how he can best show his dedication to the guards

Being so busy, however, you rarely had time to entertain these wishes.

Even as a Lieutenant and not a Captain, there were certain duties you had to uphold yourself. If you bowed to the whims of every Silvermane Guard, you'd be nothing more than an errand runner, or perhaps just a simple trainer.

You did notice him, though—how could you not?

He was the eldest son of the Landaus, of all families.

Not to mention, his achievements already far outweighed his ranking.

You only provided minimal guidance when he sought it, and yet here he was, smashing every expectation.

Gepard didn't of you as anything other than a superior, someone to strive after and look up to. Even as he took the ranking of Captain and rose above your station, he still deferred to you on many things.

He would seek your advice in handling situations, and the two of you began working closer every day.

Outside of normal duty, the two of you began talking as well—however, it was mostly about work.

Even with all of that, he still saw you as nothing more than someone to be respected. He still saw you as just a superior, surely. That's all it was.

Those fluttering feelings in his chest when you bested him in a spar? Pure awe at your superior strength and wit in battle.

The heating of his cheeks when you'd toss him your water flask, telling him to drink up and get back on his feet? Just a minor cold, he was sure of it.

Well, for a while, at least, he could justify it as such...

One day, he arrived to his greenhouse after work—a place for his lackluster hobby of keeping flowers—only to find you, the Lieutenant he admired, watering each bud and taking careful care of each petal.

"W-What are you doing here, Lieutenant Y/N?!"

"Ah, forgive me for intruding. Ms. Sergeyevna was unavailable, so Serval asked me to check on your flowers."

You then chuckled a bit.

"Also, you're above me in ranking now, Captain Gepard. No need for the formalities."

And when you smiled, it sent a bolt of lightning straight through Gepard's chest—something he couldn't brush off or ignore any more.

You looked radiant.

He had to get out of there quickly.

"W-Well, thank you for your help! I best be off..."

Before he left, though, he couldn't help but pause, fidgeting at the door.

"Something the matter?"

"Erm..." Gepard was stammering, ready to smack himself over the head for his blunder. "I-If there's no need for formalities, then there's no need for you to refer to me as 'Captain' outside of work, Lieute—" He cut himself off. "Y/N... So..."

You only smiled.

"Okay, Gepard."

When Gepard ran (or rather, stiffly marched) back home after that little exchange, he was beating himself up mentally for such a foolish request.

And yet, the red of his cheeks and the pounding of his heart never did quite dissipate.

⊹ Blade

In Blade's mind, there wasn't much to say about you.

You were a fellow Stellaron Hunter—so?

He was mostly only assigned to Kafka thanks to her Spirit Whisper calming his mara.

Not to mention, the day he arrived to the Stellaron Hunters, you weren't even present. On a mission, as Elio had said.

However, the two of you would eventually cross paths when Kafka was assigned to a separate mission (after ensuring Blade would be stable during her absence, of course).

"This is Y/N. They have assisted the course of destiny for many years now. Be courteous to them."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Blade."

The first thing Blade noticed was how you were... warmer than he expected.

Kafka didn't have much to say on you other than non-answers (her usual go-to for any questions) and Silver Wolf had only mentioned you being scary.

Had she perhaps meant... in battle?

Surely the person before him wasn't scary in any capacity.

You were skilled, yes—once he went on jobs with you, he could easily tell why you were still a successful member of the Stellaron Hunters.

In any other situation, perhaps he would've said he admired your prowess.

However, you were still but an enigma, and for a long time, Blade didn't like that.

He chose to keep his distance where he could. While he would obey you in missions to assist Elio to his full capacity, he never actively hung around you if he didn't have to.

Despite this, you seemed to hang around him as much as you pleased, and against his obvious displeasure.

"Blade, would you like a snack? I brought plenty for this particular job, since it could get long."

"That coat can't be comfortable all the time. Why don't we go and get you a new one? It's not bad to have options."

"Is your hair getting in the way? I can braid it or tie it back."

He'd never answer you at first. Your kindness was uncomfortable.

However, one day, he did. And he still doesn't quite know why.

"Blade, your bandages are unraveling again. Should I rewrap them?"

"...If you must."

You had stopped at that. Blade actually answered you?

"Haha, I was beginning to wonder if you had a voice at all! C'mere, I'll do those right up for you."

The gentle feeling of your hands redoing the bandages across his battered body did not make Blade flush, nor did his heart rate accelerate.

But a fuzzy feeling had wormed its way into his chest, and he didn't want to think about what it could mean.

But even if he didn't think about its meaning, surely it wouldn't hurt to pursue it from time to time?

It certainly felt better than the agony of mara rife through his walking corpse of a body.

Blade began spending time with you, even outside of missions.

You were reading somewhere? He'd suddenly appear beside you, claiming to be at a loss for things to do, thus he decided to sit for a while.

You were in your room? He'd ask if he could sit in the corner and polish his sword—the lighting in your room was best for such care.

You were about to head out on a solo mission? He'd either ask Elio to accompany you and appear just as you were to head out, or if he was denied, he'd ask you to tie his hair back before he went in case he was called out—Kafka and Silver Wolf, he claimed, could never do it quite right.

It's honestly very endearing.

This big, scary beast of a man becomes a stubborn kitten in your presence, never willing to admit he desires your presence but seeking it out anyways.

And to Blade, that's fine.

He doesn't need words to tell you how he feels.

Hell, he'd probably be loathe to speak his feelings into existence himself. He's still in denial.

He'll continue to show you in just the way he always has—being as close by your side as he can.

⊹ Dan Heng

Unlike with Blade, Dan Heng has some level of interest in you from the start.

You're there when Himeko brings him aboard, introducing him to her fellow Nameless as the newest member.

To be fair, though, he does have some sort of interest in every member of the Nameless, but something about you is a tad different.

You appear younger than Himeko or Welt, likely closer to his own physical age.

That alone makes you somewhat more approachable.

Not that Dan Heng is really approaching anyone on the express right away, though...

It definitely takes you stepping up and approaching him first for him to open up.

It probably starts with you helping him out.

He's always diligent about obeying your advice and help.

As independent as Dan Heng can be, he's respectful to your authority as a more experienced Nameless.

(Not that there's much of a hierarchy or seniority in the Nameless, but he respects you anyhow.)

He's having trouble compiling all the information for a certain entry? You're pointing out things he missed, sort of like a beta reader.

When the two of you are exploring the latest planet you've stopped by, you keep him safe against dangerous monsters (not that he's incapable of fighting, but he appreciates the assistance)

If he's looking for the next volume of a book he's been reading, you're the first to find and get it for him.

And if it's not on the Express, you fetch it for him elsewhere.

You're very open, which he's not used to—Himeko and Mr. Yang tend to leave him to his own devices, after all—but it's not a bad feeling, per se.

He begins to take notice of the ways you stand by him, help him, watch his back.

Not to mention, the manner in which you try to ensure he's welcome at every turn, considering your senior status as one of the Nameless and his relative recent arrival.

As you spend time with him, it's only a matter of time before you can nonverbally understand the quiet Xianzhou native.

"..."

"Hmm, I see. I'll go get you the latest volume, Dan Heng. I'm sure they sell it on this planet, too—I've been to their bookstores before."

"Thanks."

Himeko and Welt don't really know quite what goes on when this happens.

Over time, you're always the first to communicate for Dan Heng if he isn't present, which he truly does appreciate.

"Dan Heng would like whatever, as usual. Can you prepare the breakfast I had last time, Pom-Pom? He seemed to enjoy it when he tried mine."

"Oh, Dan Heng won't be joining us. Said he needs to organize the archives."

To anyone else, it might just look like a senior Nameless taking the new guy under their wing, but Mr. Yang and Himeko both grew to know better.

They both saw the way that Dan Heng looked at you when he thought no one else was looking at him.

Or perhaps he just didn't care as long as you didn't see the way his eyes shone, an almost imperceptible affection shining behind them.

They both noticed how Dan Heng would go out of his way on planets you weren't exploring to buy you a souvenir, or get you a snack reminiscent of your favorites.

Even March—when you, along with the other Nameless, finally discovered her and rescued her from her ice-prison—as a relatively new member could catch on to how he felt in just a few short weeks.

"Hey, Y/N! Are you and Dan Heng dati—"

"Shh!"

The pink-haired girl eventually had her curiosity sated every time she got to take a photo of Dan Heng's ever-slight smile at the sight of you returning to the Express.

#gepard x reader #dan heng x reader #danheng x reader #blade x reader #gepard landau #gepard landau x reader #gepard #blade #dan heng #danheng #hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #honkai #honkai star rail

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hugheses · 7 months ago

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love your scholarship 🥸

do you know anything about their school/college days - ie if they liked school/had favourite subjects/took particular classes? if Quinn and Luke declared majors at mich?

also if they’ve ever said what they read? think I read that Jack says he likes to read (sports books maybe?) in his spare time and one in of Ellen’s interviews she talks about reading (to them?) and somewhere else about how she was super involved in their academics

The teacher in me is fascinated!

quinn was enrolled in the school of kinesiology and majoring in sports management.

in 2021 he said

If you weren’t a hockey player, what else might you be doing? — Veronica X. I don’t know, I love golf. I’d probably be golfing a lot. I’d be in school somewhere … I’d be a senior right now so I’d probably be getting my degree in the next couple of weeks. Maybe business or sport management? That’s what I was looking at at Michigan for two years.

luke's intended major was also sports management. he was taking a business management class and fumbled his part on a group project when he signed with the devils. he took a greek sports history class and talked about how he doesn't love school but he likes history here (worth listening to imo) and he also enjoyed history of college athletics. luke actually took an online college class before officially starting at umich

"I'm taking an online chemistry class to get it off my plate. I wake-up and do two hours of that and then I go and work out with [trainer] Brian Gallivan and then I skate and then just chill by the pool and hang out. It's been nice."

here's a snippet from quinn about books

Hughes has become an avid reader to expand his knowledge and make better use of downtime. He recently completed “The Boys in the Boat” historical epic that was made into a movie directed by George Clooney. “I buried it, it’s done,” Hughes proudly stated Tuesday after practice. “I finished it three weeks ago. Great book. Page turner. I’m reading ‘Moneyball’ now.” “Boys in the Boat” is a riveting and true account of how the Depression-era University of Washington junior varsity rowing team stunned the world by overcoming immense odds to capture gold at the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. Joe Rantz was a driving force for the eight-man crew. A strong rower with an unshakeable disposition sounds a lot like the driven Hughes. “I thought Joe was just a hard worker who did his job and was a quiet guy,” said Hughes. “He appreciated everything that came his way. He pretty much raised himself from the age of 10 and was a very outdoors person.”

he apparently is "reading a book almost weekly to try to improve his brain" and he also was spotted reading Stay Sane in an Insane World: How to Control the Controllables and Thrive

jack likes reading sports books as said here, specifically Eleven Rings: The Soul of Success and Three-Ring Circus: Kobe, Shaq, Phil, and the Crazy Years of the Lakers Dynasty. The Mamba Mentality: How I Play was on his reading list in high school. he also talks about books here

Craig: The other thing that (Williams) said was reading. He said you’re asking for book recs. We’re looking for book recs. We’re big readers. Jack: Yeah, you guys got any? I dunno. (I’m tired of) everything on my phone, social media, things like that — and I never went to college, so you gotta get smarter somehow. Craig: Are you a fiction guy? Are you a self-improvement guy? What do you find yourself gravitating towards? Jack: I read a lot of sports books. “Eleven Rings,” by Phil Jackson. Also, “Greenlights” by Matthew McConaughey. Those are my favorite ones I’ve read recently. It’s important. We’ve got a lot of down time on the road, so it’s good stuff.

as for ellen, she said this in the cammi & aj podcast

So for me, you do things that you enjoy or you- you teach them things that you feel like you can teach them, Right. So it's kind of a slight on me that I wasn't more worldly and wanting to take them to museums. Or maybe like I felt like I had do those things because like, ‘Oh my God, what am I teaching them?’ But you tend to do the things that you - you're trying to find activities. Jimmy was off coaching a lot, I had three young boys that were really close in age. So what do I know? What can I do to pass time and keep them active? It was kicking a soccer ball. It was throwing a ball, it was doing rollerblading, it was passing the puck, it was taking them skating. So for me, those were mommy and me activities, right? And then every once in a while I'd be like, you know, I'd be like, ‘uh, we got to do Kumon, we gotta do like - we gotta read.’ You know, academics was really important to me because I felt like I was so driven the other way that like, I didn’t want to miss out on the other. So for us, it was never this grandiose plan, and I'm sure you guys were the same way. It was more like, ‘be the best at whatever it is you're doing, work your hardest at whatever it is you're doing.’ Working the hardest didn't mean scoring the most goals. It was playing the right way, whatever it is, being a great teammate and working really, really hard and we always felt like the other would come.

other potentially interesting notes, jack was an honor roll student in 8th grade, and quinn agreed he was the best at school when they were younger, so it's funny he's the one who didn't end up going to college. ellen's brother is actually the president of denison university and they have some pretty academic cousins also.

#also thank u for saying u love my scholarship 🥹#answered

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alienpossession · 1 year ago

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"Ahahaha, yeah sir, just trying to keep up with the role, you know? As you said it yourself, cannot let other people know that I'm not myself any longer so I just play pretend being this straight Korean prick. Would've let you do anything you want to me if I know it was you from the get go, please, get in, you'll have so much more fun by being inside of me rather than going around as the little twink,"

After a while, I usually like to check out and test my various vessels which are spread across the globe. Aside from trying to know how well they integrate to human society, I find it amusing to toy around with their feelings and how easy their personality switched between their human persona and my dutiful vessels. It's also a way for me to test my power, like how well I could hide myself to be undetected by their senses which would indicate how well I could hide from other beings that might come to Earth and spoiled my fun. I find it handy to use Vince as my base body since he's loaded and despite claiming to be a very busy businessman when I first met him back then, most of his works are done by other people.

It left a lot of flexibility in his schedule so I simply head to the airport and his private jet ready to drop me anywhere I wished in a moment's notice. After I landed, I usually just dropped Vince's body in the hotel while I did my test, wearing temporary skins that my vessels wouldn't recognize as other vessels of mine and could keep me incognito. Here's what happened in the past few weeks

---

I just smirked as I quickly kneeled and get my tongue out ready to give that sweaty abs some licking it deserves. He's this close to bashed me to death, just like the real homophobic Seulgi would. I turned my incognito mode off and he directly stopped his fist a couple centimetres away from this cute university student's face I slid into earlier. Now, his fist turned into a lustful grab of my hair as he used it to rub me up and down his abs as if I'm some kind of washcloth. His lustful moan is as seductive as I remembered when I took him over in that Hongdae nightclub, and I couldn't help myself but squirted some loads into this university senior's pants while transferred myself to Seulgi through his navel

---

"Oh that was hilarious. I totally didn't see that coming. I really thought you are just one hell of an annoying new client I should endure jist because they could afford me. Totally sorry for being so hard and rude to you Sir,"

I simply smiled. Francis is a personal trainer, a succesful one at that, but I know he's not good with people that are not at least a decently-built individual yet. I slid into this fat fuck when he left Subway and I quickly devised the plot to tick Francis off. I bought some gym clothes to be in character, signed up to the gym where he worked at, asked....no....demanded to have him as my personal trainer and said all the things I know he hated. He's this close to lash out on me, I could tell, but just like the real Francis, he kept himself together. I also didn't find any flaws on the way he behaved like Francis so after about an hour, I turned my incognito mode off and he quickly realized it

"Well Sir, please just left that fat retard quickly and get into me Sir. That look doesn't fit you and I know he only drained you and made you out of breath. Please, it's been a while too since you get inside me,"

---

"Why would you do that, Sir? We are totally fool-proof, you don't have to test us. Is this random test or did you hear anything about us raising other people's suspicion? Now I feel bad for not welcoming you properly, you really played that role a bit too well to, I was this close to slap your face and called you names,"

"No no, you two are doing fine. This is just random test as I'm visiting Egypt anyway. And as for her, I just know you would hate her. Argumentative and loud gym girl that dared to talk back to you? Yeah, that's your trigger, just need to up the ante by disrespecting your mom and boy, I noticed that balled fist yo, I quickly shut off my incognito mode hahah!"

"We felt bad that you have to meet us this way. Maybe you want to slide into Farhan? You've went inside me during Mr. Olympia a couple months ago anyway, Farhan has been longing for you,"

"Well, I'm gonna do it from this chick's body so maybe let's search for somewhere private,"

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"Master, sorry for being a bit direct but this is not an effective usage of your time. You have so many vessels, why fool around with the ruse?"

"Because I like to do it. And I can do it. Why are you the one questioning me now?"

"Sorry Master. It's just---"

"What?"

"Strip, and where's a bathroom? I need to fuck you with a mirror in sight so he can see that he's just a bottom bitch that lost thr ability to even control his own body and he's not going to influence you anymore even when I'm not inside you all the time. I will make him trapped so deep within his own mind, he wouldn't be able to leak through and influenced you any longer,"

---

"Certainly sir, everything I own belongs to you, including the bitch I'm going to visit. She's all yours. Heck, even if you want to fuck a white twink with my body, so be it, you do what you want with me and my schedule. I'm just so honored that you even bothered to come all the way down to South Africa for me,"

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"What? Huh....I guess you played Romain a bit too well. Calm down a bit. Get hard. Fuck around more. Stop being so business-minded all the time. It gets annoying to see more of that guy surfaced you know. He's one tough cookie back when I eventually subdued him, turned out he remained tough up until now huh? Giving you a hard time to be loose and free while fooling all the people worked for him. Strip,"

"Oh wow, really? Fuck, I really am going to smash this whole thing with you inside of me during the competition. What a chance encounter this is. I really thought you were just an annoying fan and I only wasted my time here interacting with a fans, but turns out it pays off acting all nice and pretending like I'm this sweet All-American boy when you revealed yourself. Please, you can just jump right in sir, it's been a while since my navel welcomed you,"

#check up #alien possession #male possession #alien expansion #alien transference

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yersina · 2 years ago

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[part 2]

When Eddie walks into the new Pokemon Nursery in his hometown and is confronted with the view of Steve Harrington, former member of the Elite Four, behind the counter, he immediately turns on his heel and walks back out so he can duck behind the brick wall of the exterior and hyperventilate for a little bit.

Right.

He’d forgotten: Steve (former member of the Elite goddamn Four) hails from Hawkins too.

When Steve had fought his way onto the Elite Four, he’d been the talk of the town. Even Wayne had brought it up when Eddie had finally stopped at a Pokemon Center to accept his call. The Harrington boy’s in the Four, didja hear? he’d said. Eddie sure had—from every single person who’d seen his hometown written on his Trainer License that week. His Rotom Phone had proudly displayed every article written about the guy, each with the same photo in its thumbnail: Steve, backlit by the bright gym lights, Pokeball in hand and Growlithe at his side.

It made for a pretty picture, sure, but Eddie still has memories of the Harrington manor on the outskirts of Hawkins, like Harrington Senior and Lady Harrington couldn’t bear to set foot in the town proper. When he’d run into them at the PokeMart once, they’d sneered at him and his dirty shoes and tugged away a young Steve with rough motions. He can’t imagine that Steve himself would be any different, growing up in a family like that.

(None of this stops him from caving and watching the recording of the fateful gym battle on his Rotom Phone, screen bright in the darkness of his room in the Pokemon Center and breath caught in his throat. Steve, oddly, had a rough way of battling—intuitive and smart but not elegant. Not like it’d be if he had battling tutors or proper training. At the end of the battle, he runs out onto the field, heedless of the craters and cracks in the ground, and smothers his Empoleon in a hug while Growlithe barks up a storm behind him.

Eddie wonders why they didn’t take a picture of that.)

But here Steve Harrington is, back in Eddie’s hometown and standing between him and getting his Chingling looked at. Great.

He briefly wonders if he could wait and come back another day, or preferably find his way to another town far from here where there’s no threat of having his Pokemon seen to by Steve Harrington (formerly of the Elite Four) but he’s already promised Wayne that he’s staying for dinner at the very least, and also that’s Steve Harrington pushing open the door and looking over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey,” Steve greets. Eddie stares. “You. Uh. You okay over there? I noticed you come in for a moment earlier.”

“Yeeep,” Eddie squeaks miserably. Out of the limelight, Steve still looks unfairly pretty. Eddie can no longer say that it’s the magic of makeup and adrenaline that makes his cheeks rosy red and it’s not sweat that makes his skin glow. That’s unfair, right? Some people just get dealt all the luckiest cards in life. “I’m doing just peachy. I’ll head in in a sec, just… decided I needed some more air.”

Steve gives him a look that says he buys absolutely none of Eddie’s bullshit. “…right. Well, we’ll be here when you’re ready.”

And just like that, he’s gone.

Eddie groans and knocks his head back against the brick wall. What is his life.

He allows himself ten seconds of self-pity before sucking in a breath and then ten more seconds of self-questioning before he lets the breath out and then he has a final ten seconds of pep talk before finally pushing open the door—for real this time.

“Hi,” Steve greets again, and oh, that’s not fair, he’s got his arms wrapped around a wriggling Tinkatink, looking completely nonchalant and distressingly competent while she wails. “Sorry, this one grew up kind of isolated, we’re still getting her socialized to humans—hey, calm down, it’s okay, remember? We talked about this. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me.” He says all of this in a low, soothing tone, stroking the sides of the Tinkatink until she finally seems to cry herself out, blinking watery eyes up at Steve. “Can you stay out here while I help this nice gentleman?” Her mouth wobbles concerning for a moment before she nods hesitantly. “You’re doing so great, Tinkatink. Proud of you.” He gives her one last head pat before looking up at Eddie. “Sorry, again. How can I help you?”

Eddie hesitantly inches towards the counter, not wanting to provoke the Pokemon into a crying fit again. “Hey, it’s cool. Can’t say I’ve had anyone call me ‘nice’ or a ‘gentleman’ before though.”

Steve huffs a laugh. Great, now Eddie knows the corners of his eyes crinkle when he’s amused. “Thanks for the warning, I think.”

He waits expectantly until it finally, embarrassingly, clicks for Eddie, and he scrambles to bring out Chingling’s Pokeball from his bag. “My Chingling hatched recently, but she’s been making this weird garbled noise? I’ve been keeping her in a Pokeball ever since, just in case, but I’m not sure what to do.” It had been terrifying, frankly, when Chingling had started making sounds that were awfully reminiscent of choking. Putting her in a Pokeball was as much for her own protection as it was for Eddie’s sanity. “I’ve used a heal on her and taken her to a PokeCenter already, but neither of those changed anything.”

Steve hums. “Tinkatink,” he says to the pink Pokemon now huddled half-behind Steve on the counter, “can you step to the side for a little bit? I’m going to look at this nice gentleman’s Chingling.”

Tinkatink, to her credit, looks like she thinks about it very hard before shaking her head in a firm no. Steve sighs. “Will Chingling be bothered by another Pokemon? I don’t think I can get her away at this point unless I return her to her Pokeball.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Chingling loves socializing.” Eddie doesn’t actually know, since his Chingling’s been stuck in a Pokeball most of the time since she’s been hatched, but it’s an educated guess. Probably.

He taps on the Pokeball and lets Chingling out onto the same counter. “Hey, sweetheart,” he greets softly. He winces when Chingling’s returning chime is the equivalent of a human wheeze. “Yeah, there it is.”

“Well, her breathing sounds fine, thankfully,” Steve evaluates swiftly, which is already a weight off Eddie’s shoulders. “She seems to be doing alright other than when she talks, so—”

And then, to Eddie’s horror, he clamps one hand down on each side of Chingling’s head, pushes her mouth open, and sticks a hand inside. “Uh,” Eddie says weakly. “Excuse me?”

“This isn’t as awful as it looks, I promise,” Steve mutters distractedly, fishing around in there for something. Chingling doesn’t look particularly bothered, at least, even with her mouth propped open on Steve’s arm. Eddie’s still not sure how to take any of this. “Faster than looking for my flashlight—ah.” He pulls his hand out from Chingling’s mouth, fingers wrapped around something. “There we go.”

And… it’s a rock.

“It’s a rock,” Eddie observes astutely.

“Yeah. Not uncommon for Chinglings, actually.” He pats Chingling on the head, and she jingles merrily at him.

“Oh, you’re back to normal!” Eddie cries. He scoops Chingling up in his arms and attempts to cuddle her within an inch of her life. “Never scare me like that again.” He gets a muffled chime in return.

Steve watches the whole show with a faint smile. “Just be careful of what Chingling eats from now on. They make sound through, uh, what’s basically their own rock, so if anything else gets stuck down there, it messes up the sound. Not really harmful, but it’s worth keeping an eye on her, especially if she’s the curious sort.” He reaches over and tickles her side until she sticks her head out curiously from the circle of Eddie’s arms. “Be careful, okay? If you keep out of trouble, you’ll grow to be a big and strong Chimecho in no time.” She jingles at him cheerily. “No biggie,” he says, turning back to Eddie. “Just a quick fix.”

“Seriously, thank you so much.” Eddie shifts Chingling to one arm and goes digging for his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it.” When he meets Steve’s eyes, agape, Steve gives him a wink and a smile. Eddie refuses—refuses—to think of the smile as shy. Or bashful. Or flirtatious. Or anything that might be Eddie’s own wishful interpretation. Steve is just smiling. Just smiling. “It took, like, two seconds. Chill. We’ll call it a free consultation.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess, but.” Eddie flounders awkwardly like a Magikarp out of water. “Are you sure?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” At Eddie’s continued hesitation, he sighs. “Seriously, don’t think too hard about it. If you really want to thank me, come back again.”

As much as he wants to protest, Eddie hadn’t been raised to turn down what is the equivalent of free money. “Alright, if you say so.” He shifts Chingling to a more comfortable hold, cradling her in his hands. “And it’s Eddie by the way. Still wouldn’t say that I’m a ‘nice gentleman’.”

Steve laughs. “Sure, sure. Nice to meet you, Eddie. I’m Steve.” Eddie swallows down his I know. “Have a good day,” he says in a very clear dismissal. “Hope to see you back here soon.”

“‘Bye, Steve,’” Eddie squeaks in a falsetto, waving one of Chingling’s arms. Steve, gamely, waves back. “See you around, man.”

And just like that, he steps back out of Steve Harrington’s life, but now with the knowledge that the guy is so, so gentle with Pokemon, has a beautiful smile, and is generous enough to let Eddie get away with what was definitely not a free consultation.

Fuck, he’s gonna have to come back, isn’t he?

Goddammit.

#sina writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #tho I guess this is more pre-steddie #pokemon au #why did Eddie choose to take chingling to a nursery instead of a Pokemon center you ask?#good question! my excuse is that Hawkins is too small for their own Pokemon center so they don’t actually have one #you’d have to go to a bigger town further away to get your Pokemon checked out so the nursery’s more convenient

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kayfabesource · 2 years ago

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* BACKSTAGE ROLES MASTERLIST !

because there's so much more than photographers and makeup artists. jobs on this list can apply to most any wrestling promotion, so you can find something fun and unique for your oc. i found many of these by searching job titles on linkedin, so they're very much real! if you found this at all helpful, please reblog / like.

(keep in mind many of these titles can have intern, junior, associate, senior, & director titles ahead of them – based on experience. for example: associate producer, or senior producer)

creative.

art director

motion graphics designer

graphic designer

music producer

videographer

photo editor

photographer

costume / gear designer

marketing / pr.

project manager

marketing manager

marketer

social media specialist

social media manager

branding and communications specialist

content manager

media relations

public relations specialist

human resources / talent relations.

human resources coordinator

recruitment manager

hr operations specialist

talent operations

talent relations

travel and logistics coordinator

manager of talent appearances

payroll & benefits manager

personal assistant

production.

producer

production assistant

director

writer

live events.

athletic trainer

lighting designer

live event production specialist

retail

merchandise coordinator

carpenter

broadcast engineer

editor

sound/av engineer

administrative.

information technology (it)

logistics supervisor

administrative assistant

globals sales & partnerships

attorney

#rph #oc help #rp help #masterlist #jobs masterlist

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aryxchse · 2 years ago

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senior bakugou and freshmen you | headcanons !!

- if you're late to have a breakfast and SOMEHOW bakugo finds out, he becames a whole ass gordon ramsay for u

- and he's acting like a mom like 'why havent u eat anything are you trying to kill your fucking self??' or 'from now on i'll be in charge of your eating schedual' n shit

- gets really excited when you piggy back ride him

- he just loves to carry you and hold you

- he ties your shoes because he doesnt want you to bend over with skirt

- oh and also he always stands behind you to protect your ass

- he carries your school bag every. fucking. day.

- he doesnt carry one so he just carry yours

- always saves a seat for you at the kafeteria, you always sit next to him

- if you have to like work with a older grade during hero training, hes there and you dont have any choice

- he has an hair tie just in case you'll need one

- he wears the pink bracelet you made for him and says that its his lucky charm and keeps him safe during fights

- helps your homework and actually, if you dont get anything, hes very patient and calm about it

- plays with your hair constantly

- buys you a lot of socks to see you wearin them next day at school

- he intruduce you as his sister to annoy you sometimes

- you're his personal trainer! he really loves to train with you

- teaches you how to play drums for your music classes

- talks about life a lot since hes 3 years older than you

- basically youre the coolest person in school because not only youre hanging out with the 3rd years, youre also hanging out with THE 3rd years

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- someone wanted a part 2 of my freshmen au and since im bad at part 2's i made a headcanon version of it, hope yall like :33

also im sorry for the bad grammar its just 5 pm here and im really tired. ill rewrite it some other day, SEE YA !!

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki fluff

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best-chicago-personal-trainers · 11 months ago

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You’ve been trying and trying, but you just can’t seem to shed those pesky pounds. Perhaps you can’t stay motivated? Maybe you can’t stick to a diet?

While weight loss is not always easy, it is achievable. However, if you’re going to lose weight, you’re going to have to start putting in some effort and following a few rules read more.

#find a personal trainer for seniors

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 11 months ago

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do you know any age gap everlark fics? thank you

Hello Anon!

Here's a list of Age Gap!Everlark Fics that I found in my search. I tried to shoot for notable age gaps rather than like 1-4-year difference:

Blowout-annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: “You’re fifteen years younger than I am. I’m your boss. I’m technically your father’s boss. There’s a pretty significant power imbalance here, Katniss. How do you think your parents would feel if we were together? What do you think everyone would assume?” Everlark. Modern Day AU. Bullseye-DandelionSunset, Everylark, papofglencoe (ao3) Summary: When Katniss Everdeen finds herself stocking up on Midol and tampons at her local Target, the last person she expects to check her out is Peeta Mellark. An age gap!Everlark love story. Chemistry-annieoakley1 (ao3) Summary: A week away from graduating college, Katniss runs into her former high school teacher and first crush- Mr. Mellark. An Everlark oneshot. Electra-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: Katniss has always been envious of the close relationship her best friend, Madge, has with her father. But after an intense situation helps bond her with Mr. Mellark, she realizes that it's not a fatherly relationship she wants. Crush-atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: When Katniss meets her friend's older brother Peeta, she is immediately smitten with him. She's only fresh out of high school, he's a college senior, and she's convinced he won't even give her the time of day…until he does. Leather-Jenye (ao3) Summary: His fingers are worked to the bone and the calloused digits tell stories of the countless hours he slaves to help support his family. The purple hues beneath his eyes only seem to enhance their mesmerizing blue shade. His blond curls never look entirely clean and his fair skin wears a pink tint beneath the thin layer of dirt he always accumulates. He had been sixteen when he took this job almost three years ago and now he looks every bit of a man nearing his thirties. Ride Along-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: "We drive along in silence for a while longer, and I realize this night has not gone at all like I had expected. I was ready to be pissed off the entire time and make it perfectly clear how I feel about this punishment. But Officer Mellark is nothing at all like I expected, and this night has been anything but ordinary." Modern Day AU Saint Peeta-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta in college. He wants her. She wants him. So, what’s the problem? The Baker's Son-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: "He’s a grown man, Katniss. With secrets," he says to the trees. "You’re barely eighteen. Be careful." In-Panem AU. The Boy Next Door-atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: Katniss has a new neighbor. He’s good-looking, sweet. But he’s too young for her. And she is definitely too pregnant for him. The Girl Next Door-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: She turned toward the house when the light went on, and when she spotted him in the window she blew him a kiss. He stood there, frozen, torn between wanting to continue watching her and knowing that this wasn’t right. She was his grieving neighbor’s daughter. She was six years younger than him. Written for the Tumblr 'Prompts in Panem' 7 Day Challenge: Intimate Portraits The Piercing-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: 23 year old Katniss Everdeen is one of the Capitol’s premier marksman trainers for the Peacekeeper Core. She trains the best Peacekeeper recruits in various districts, but she lives permanently in the Capitol. It’s on one of her return home visits one year that she meets the newest Victor of the Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark. He’s a shy, sweet 16 year old who’s innocence reminds her of everything she’s lost over the years working for and living in the Capitol. When he asks her out she says no. Two years later they meet again and Peeta is almost nothing like what she remembered. Working Through It-thegirlonpeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Written for S2SL. "I think it's a good thing you're innocent and inexperienced, trust me. But I have…specific needs and tastes, and I just don't think it would be a good idea for us to get involved." Peeta hires Katniss for some contracting work on his home. Then they realize this is more than just a business relationship. Modern Day AU

Hope these ones are new to you! Happy reading!

Feel free to add any more you guys know of in the replies, tags, or reblogs and I'll add them to the list!

Update (12/19/23)

Every Time I Choose You-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Older Katniss makes a bargain for Younger Peeta to become her husband in this no Hunger Games, in-Panem arranged marriage a/u.

#ask #admin:e #age gap masterlist #agegap #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #everlark #thg #masterlist #anon

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octaneink · 4 months ago

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Hello Baby Can You Come Over

This is another Harry Lewis one, I think I wrote this after Ring RIng.

It uses the same name for the original character (Aurora) but I think I wrote her to be more of a person rather than the empty husk of the last one (this is moreso due to not having spent enough time developing the story) shes an overworked software engineer. The story was meant to unravel with her slowly learning to let loose, relax and be herself again. I don’t think I had romance at the front of this story when I thought of it, it was more so Aurora developing into herself and finding Harry on the way, if that makes sense?

Original female character x Harry Lewis

Tired bleary eyes behind silver framed rims stared back at her from the mirror. Aurora had just gotten out of the shower, the steam from the hot water fogging up the glass as she stepped out onto the cold tile floor. She quickly got dressed in her favorite tan joggers and a well-worn white crop top, pulling on a brown massive zip-up hoodie that was a size too big and hung in a way that made her look like a child in her father’s clothes. She brushed her fingers through her hair, taming the wild locks into submission with a clip, then slipping on a pair of bright red headphones to hold down any baby hairs that may have escaped, and slipped on her white trainers.

Making her way out of her room, she caught her eye on the full body mirror by door. Aurora barely recognized the reflection staring back at her - she looked like she hadn't slept in days and her clothes were frayed and worn, a far cry from the put-together woman she used to be. The comments her family, friends and co-workers made about her appearance didn’t really sink in until now.

Shaking her head, Aurora grabbed her keys and headed out into the bustling streets of London. She lived in a small, shared apartment on the outskirts of Central London, close enough to the action to be convenient but far enough away to avoid the crowds. As she walked, Aurora thought about her current predicament. She rarely went out anymore, spending most of her time holed up in her flat, working from home and saving her money. The days all blended together, forming a tangled ball of yarn that she couldn't seem to unravel. But today was different - Aurora had recently finished a big project so she took the rest of Friday off from work and she was determined to enjoy it.

Before she left the flat, she turned off her work laptop with the intention of heading out for some unhealthy food. Aurora was thankful that the company she was working for allowed you take off sometime during a workday if you’ve been working a lot. Who knew being one of the three senior developers in a small company would mean that you would have no more free time?

Aurora checked her phone for texts from her friends and started to reply to them methodically. Most were generic ‘How are you’ or ‘How's work going’ texts that she answered quickly. Looking up from her phone to the McDonald's she sighed displeased. There was a long queue leading out to the street. She joined behind a family of four and continued to text her friends. A new notification popped up at the top of her screen, it was a message from her friend Kon:

Are you free now? And will be free for the next three hours or so?

Aurora looked at it, then to the line in front of her that hadn’t moved in the last five minutes and replied:

Yes

What up?

We are one woman down, can you come down to film?

I’m waiting in line 4 maccies

I will buy you food

I’m not wearing seeing people clothes, I’m in joggers n oversized hoodie

The lads won’t care, some will find it hot I bet you

What lads r u on abt?

My bosses

U want me to be in the same video as ur bosses? U know how sus tht sounds man?

Not everyone is as dirty minded as you Rory

Aurora stared at the screen, then looked up again to the line. A soft ping from her phone made her look at Kon’s message again:

If you get here in the next 20 min, I will buy you sushi

I’ll get all your favourites plus throw in mochi

Aight. Bet. Whats ya addy

Aurora left the queue to flag down a taxi, getting another soft ping. It was the address. She climbed into the back of the taxi and showed him the address, “Can you get me here in under twenty minutes?” Aurora asked the driver.

She nodded, “I can get you there in half the time, honey.” Aurora let out a small yes, sat back and put on the belt. The two ladies talked on the way there, Aurora managed to learn that her driver was named Becca, forty-years old. She had four other siblings, and her eldest brother owned a bakery and café a few blocks from her house and told Aurora to go if she was interested.

Becca pulled up to a two-story bricked building with lots of cars parked outside. Aurora texted Kon she was outside and took out her wallet, “How much?”

“It’ll be fifteen pounds, love.” Aurora took out a twenty and handed it to Becca and started to get out the taxi. “Wait for your change, honey, I owe you five.”

Aurora paused, half her foot out the car and replied “Becca, you got me here in seven minutes. That five is a thank you for letting me get something from my friend. Please, keep it.” Becca smiled and said thank you. Aurora left the car, closed the door, waved once and the walked to what she thought to be the entrance.

She was proven right when the door opened and Kon stepped through, waving at her. “Hey, thanks for coming in such short notice. Really quickly too. And don’t worry, I ordered the sushi already. Figured you’d be hungry. When did you last eat?” they hugged and stepped into the warm studio. Aurora looked around the room seeing lots of women sitting on the sofa, a tall bar, four barstools, a coffee bar and what she thinks are employees like Kon doing their jobs.

“Does coffee two hours ago count?”

“No. Of course not, Rory.”

“Then lunch yesterday.” Kon sighed and dragged us to the coffee station.

“Fuck sake Rory.” He reaches under the coffee station, rummages through something, pulls it out and hands it to Rory. Aurora looked at it, it was a protein bar, she opened it. He then took out the pot with the brewed coffee and placed it inside one of the mugs, handing it to her when he finished, “Is it your job again?” Aurora nodded, stuffing half the bar into her mouth and biting it. She finished chewing, swallowed and drank a gulp of the lukewarm coffee.

“Yea, I’ve been working a lot of overtime the past week. I’ve finally programmed it to be put into production and sent off to the testers. Because I’ve done so much overtime, I can basically take half days for the next two weeks, and they can’t complain about it.”

“You really need to find a new job, Rory. That or stay in this job, but stop letting them push you around so much.” Kon looked like he was going to start ranting, so Aurora interrupted him.

“I know, I know. Trust me, I’ve started looking. I’ve even been to some interviews already. I’ll quit when I definitely get a job that I like.” he looked ready to ask more, but she barrelled on, “Now, tell me what I signed myself up for.”

Kon nodded and led her to the bar, and they pulled out the stools and sat, “So basically it's tinder in real life for a YouTube video.” Aurora choked on the rest of the protein bar, she coughed, took the coffee and drank it, washing down the bar.

“Kon, you gotta tell me these things before, man. I look horrible.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shut up you look fine. Anyways, you need to walk up to those stairs, go stand by the feet, face the camera introduce yourself and where you’re from, and then decide yes or no on the guys depending on what they say to you. At the end of it, you need to tell them why you said no. You’d be the last one up there, so I’m sure you can listen in if it will make you feel less nervous.”

Aurora nodded. “Cool, can I give a reply to what they tell me? Make a little conversation and the like, or just send them off?”

"You can do whatever you want, Rory. Just keep in mind, some of these lads have a girlfriend." he said. Aurora looked at him puzzled, "The fuck they doin this for then?"

Kon shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "Content. The fans demand it. Or for the craic, as you say. Take your pick." His phone chimed, and he glanced down at it before looking back up at Aurora. "Sushi's here, I'll grab it, and then we can chat a bit more before I have to head back upstairs. I stepped out to get you, and I can't go back in until the girl up there is finished." Aurora watched as Kon walked out the door to retrieve the sushi. Her mind was filled with doubts about the upcoming shoot. She had always been there for Kon, mostly providing online support because of her busy schedule, and creating websites for him when he asked. She was scared, if she was being honest. Aurora knew that if she wasn't so tired and hungry, she would be quaking in her boots and sprinting out the door. But in her current state, she felt untouchable. Maybe she should have more coffee to wake up a bit more. She didn't want to say something on camera that would make her look foolish. The sound of a paper bag being placed on the table brought her attention back to Kon. "Are you alright there? You seemed deep in thought," Kon asked, concern etched on his face.

She thanked him for the food, pulling it out and laying it in front of them, took one of the chopsticks and passed the other one to him. She waited for him to take it before replying, “I’ll be honest with you Kon, I have slept a total of six hours since Monday.” she looked at him, and she wondered what he saw, if the exhaustion she felt reflected on her face.

“You already know what I will say.” Aurora did, she’s lost count of the amount of times they have had this conversation. Sometimes she thinks that is the reason they don’t meet up in person any more, they would end in uncomfortable silence. She missed their childhood, it seemed easier then. “So I will keep this short, please go home after this Aurora.” He used her full name, he was being serious, “Don’t do anything. Not even housework, just sleep.” Aurora nodded, feeling chided.

“Hand on heart Kon,” she placed her hand on her heart, “I will do just that.” They ate in silence for a beat before she spoke up quietly “Thanks Kon, I mean it honestly. We should catch up soon. Properly this time. How’s tomorrow evening sound?”

Kon hummed and held up a finger, chewing and swallowing the bite of nigiri he was eating, then answering, “I said I would be drinking with the lads and their missus, but I can ask if you can tag along.”

Aurora shook her head “Are you mad? I can’t come uninvited.” Kon rolled his eyes and replied “Don’t be dramatic Rory, I just invited you.” she sputtered trying to come up with a reply when a girl walked down the stairs, Kon stood up, took one more nigiri and said “Alright, see you up there. You got it, Rory.” With one last pat on her shoulder, he walked off and up the stairs. Aurora stared at the stairs where he disappeared, mouth gaped, she had more questions. Closing her mouth, she faces the platter again, unlocks her phone and start up some music again. Hard bass start up, enough to distract her from where she is but still be able to hear if someone called her up.

Swiping on her phone, Aurora continued to eat the sushi while trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. The next hour or so passed like that, she heard the team beckon the girls upstairs. As more names are called she felt more relaxed, she finished the meal a while ago and cleaned up after herself. Placing all the rubbish in the bag it came in and threw it in a bin provided, she even ate one of the matcha mochi Kon surprisingly bought her. She decided to keep the other in her hoodie pocket to give to Kon after the shoot. It was tradition to split dessert with who ever bought it. Aurora stared blankly at her phone not really paying attention to it, she was more hyper aware of the staircase and the women that were there but have long gone, having left the building after their shot.

“Oi Rory, get up here.” Kon’s voice came from the stairs. Snapping to attention, she took a deep breath, and walked to the stairs. On the way there, she slipped her phone into her pocket, turned down her music and tucked her headphones around her neck, making sure to pull out any hair that was trapped under it. It felt like she blinked, and she was almost on the top of the stairs, she could just about see the mark she was meant to stand on, several people and lots of equipment. “Hello.” she said.

“That’s your Rory?” She tried not to focus on the lads lining up where she would stand along. She especially didn’t want to think of the hush that followed, then murmuring that she couldn’t understand fully due to the blood pumping around her ears.

Aurora fiddled with the rings on her hands as she walked up to the spot on the floor, spotting Kon by one of the cameras adjacent to her. He waved, pointing to the camera closest to him, and mouthed ‘This one’ to her. Aurora let out a small relieved smile, took a calming breath, hoped that her voice didn’t betray how nervous she really felt.

“Hi everyone,” she waved “I’m Aurora, but you can call me Rory, twenty-three, and I live in London.” she then faced the—she counted quickly in her head, ten lads in front of her. “Evening lads, how’s everyone today?”

Someone towards the back piped up, she didn’t really see who it was that said “Fantastic. Thank you for asking, starting to get really hungry though, not gonna lie. Only one other person asked you know. Bit rude.” the man was ignored by the surrounding lads.

Aurora, still fiddling with the rings on her hands smiled at the guy in front of her, he was taller than her, dark skinned, notably wore a white hoodie, and a black bandana. She waited for him to say a pickup line like Kon said but when he opened his mouth and said “I’m KSI.” with his arms spread wide, she was confused. She heard the lads and especially Kon laugh up-roaringly.

“Um,” Aurora pushed up her glasses, “sorry, I thought I was supposed to hear a pickup line.” the man in-front of her stared open-mouthed. A short man pushed his head to the side to peak at her and said “Wait do you not know who he is?” she shook her head and replied “Not a clue, sorry.”

KSI turned to Kon and yelled, “What the fuck man? What did you tell her?” a ginger man with glasses pipped up and said, “Fuck all, apparently.” then he let out a loud infectious laughter that soon everyone was laughing along. Aurora couldn’t help but join in, she had no clue what exactly they found funny, but she was sleep-deprived enough to not care.

“Alright, sorry. Let’s try that again. I’m JJ, twenty seven years old and do you like sleep?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“What a coincidence, I do too.” a wide smirk stretched across his face “We should sleep together.”

Aurora hummed “Lovely line, but no.” she swiped, pointing to the big white glowing sign that said no.

“What why not?” He sounded angry but didn’t look it, walking slowly to the no. “You said you like sleep.”

“I love sleep, I really do. But does it look like I’ve had much of it recently?” She took one hand pointed and pointed to her face, more specifically under her eyes, “I’ve had a total six glorious hours of sleep since Monday.”

He whipped back around shocked, “Damn bitch, get some sleep.”

Aurora can’t imagine how deranged she looks when the noise that came out of her mouth plus the “I’m trying.” she focused on the next man in line, he was shorter than JJ and gave off a boyish smile “Hi I’m Vik, twenty five and, uh I wrote a poem for you. Would you like to hear it?” she nodded. “Roses are red, violets are blue. I’ve got a knife, get in the back of the van.” She laughed, the type you would let out when you are too shocked to do anything else. Looking around the room, she saw that many others were also reacting with shocked laughter. It was clear that the joke had caught everyone by surprise, and they were all struggling to process what they had just heard. An unknown man voiced out “What the fuck Vik?” from the line.

“Uh,” Aurora started, hand raising like she was asking a teacher in school a question, “is there an answer where I won’t get stabbed or trafficked?” the group erupted into fits of giggles and guffaws. Some people doubled over, clutching their sides as they laughed uncontrollably. “I’ll just walk to no for you.” Vik walked over to the no side as he talked.

Aurora looked at the next man in line, the notable thing about him was he was tall and had a beard. “Hi I’m Josh, and I’m twenty eight.” she waved at him “Do you like sharks because I've got a megla-dong.” Booing started up from the surrounding lads, JJ from the side started yelling about not being original. And the ginger man she heard yell at Kon earlier started to yell “Come up with your own fucking joke Zerka.”

She waited for them to calm down before asking him “Do you want to go again or?” she dragged out the ‘r’ and she shook his head and walked to no. “Wow cool.” Another tall boy walked up to her, this time the notable thing about him was his lanky figure and a black bomber jacket.

“I’m Simon, I’m twenty eight and I gotta say the only thing I hate about Spotify is not adding you in this week's hottest single.” Aurora gasped, hand clutched over her heart “Gah that was so cute.” she swiped yes “Go, go, go!” Simon walked off, first to the yes side, a smug smile was sent over to the three over at no.

I focused once again on the guy in front of me, this time the most notable thing of the guy was his durag and a kind smile “Hi I’m Chunks, twenty four and I have to say, if I had a flower for every time I think of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” a gooey smile broke through Aurora’s face “Awww, thank you Chunks.” she pointed to the yes side, and they all celebrated “That’s all of them!” Chunks yelled, while doing a little dance to the yes, “You lot need to get on my level.” Simon was waiting with his hand out, ready for a high five, Chunks raised his hands, and they met in the middle with a loud slap.

“I’m Tobi, I’m twenty seven and I just have one question,” she motioned for him to go on, “apple or orange juice?” The lads started going on again about re-using the same line “Listen lads I’m starving, sorry if I can’t think of original material.”

“Apple.” Aurora answered and asked him “Why?” he didn’t say anything, he just gave her a happy nod and walked to the yes side. She watched perplexed but let him be.

“You just gonna let him go?” it was the ginger man’s turn now, and he didn’t look too happy with her decision of letting him go, she shrugged and said “He took charge and made his own choice. I respect that.” he smirked and started to walk to yes “No,” He stopped, “Tobi at least introduced himself and gave something. You need to try too.”

He rolled his eyes, walked back and said “Names Ethan, I’m twenty five and I’m feeling a little peckish, you got any almonds?” Aurora shook her head, “No? Well how about a date?” Aurora gasped again, “Damn that was one smooth line you know. Yes.” He jogged to the other two and gave them both high-fives. He then faced the people on the no side and threw up, what Aurora assumed to be gang signs and gloated being on the yes.

A really tall man walked up next and said “Hi I’m Harry Pinero, HP, I’m twenty nine.” He pulls his left arm to his chest and pushed back his sleeve, “My watch tells me things about other people and it says you’re not wearing any panties.” he tapped his wrist, notably having no watch, making Aurora laugh “Sorry to say Harry, but it’s wrong I am.” he nodded slowly “Hm, must be fast.” he then pretended to adjust his watch. He then looked up slowly and raised a brow. A slow smile spread on Aurora’s face and she let out a laugh, “Yes, the non existent prop is hilarious.” He laughed, thanked her and walked smugly to the other lads.

Aurora watched amused, only two people were left now, a short man and a blonde man. “Hi I’m Filly, twenty five and I just have to say, eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.” The lads around him complained about the Spanish, but Aurora replied “Me halagas, gracias, era lindo pero aburrido. ¿Pero qué habrías hecho si no supiera español?” He gasped, a delighted smile stretched across his face “Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.”

“¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?”

“Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.”

“Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?”

“No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.”

“Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.”

Aurora smirked, mind running trying to think of something good, “Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.” She then looked him in the eyes then said “Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías.“

She could tell he shocked Filly with her pick-up line, his mouth was gape, and he stared at her in surprise. After a beat of silence, he let out a burst of surprised laughter. "I can't believe you just said that." he said, trying to catch his breath after laughing so hard.

“We’re gonna need a translation, lad.” The man behind Filly said, “Don’t worry to the viewers at home though because there will be subtitles.”

“I gave her a cheesy line, she said what I would have done if she didn’t know Spanish, then she said she could do better and said one of the most outrageous shit. I didn’t expect it out of her. I don’t know why Kon wanted us to be nice when she can say shit like that.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asked. Filly turned to me, looked me up and down and gave me a judgemental look that’s obviously fake then said “Go on, say that filthy thing.” Aurora shrugged and said “Ok, I told him if we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it, and you'd be loving it.”

Laugher rang through the studio, though the man behind Filly spoke up “Ah that’s not too bad.” Aurora nodded, snapped and pointed at him “YES! He’s correct, I could have gone the second route, which was to say are you treasure? Cuz I'd love to hunt you down and share you between my men.” The laughter stopped. There was a shocked silence in the studio. The sound of someone’s breathy laughter echoed through the empty room, breaking the silence. It was like a domino effect, everyone was laughing along as well. Despite the initial shock, the laughter continued to build as they all tried to make sense of the situation. It was a mix of amusement and disbelief, and it felt like the room was buzzing with excitement. As the laughter subsided, she couldn't help but shake her head in amazement. It was unexpected, she didn’t think they would find her joke that funny.

“Oh, before I forget, it's a yes for you. Gracias por hablar conmigo.” Filly celebrated while walking off to the yes. Something along the lines of finally getting on yes while JJ is on the no.

The blonde man behind Filly stepped up. He looked nervous, “Hi, I’m Harry. I’m twenty seven,” he paused, Aurora could see the internal struggle reflecting on his face. Harry fidgeted with his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly nervous about telling the pick-up line. When he finally spoke, “Are you a bowl of milk? Cuz I'd like to put you on the floor and lap that shit up.” He kept going, his eyes locked on Aurora's as he delivered the line.

Aurora's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she couldn't believe what she had heard. But then, to her surprise, she found herself laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," she said, still giggling, "but it was actually good." she pointed to the yes, he stared at her in shock. The other people in the studio started to laugh from the sheer surprise that Aurora hadn't been offended by it.

“No to Vik because I am scared to be trafficked,” said man nodded and said, “Fair enough.” Aurora continued, “Josh is a no because he apparently re-used a pick-up line and willingly walked to no. And no to JJ because you rubbed in what I couldn’t have.”

“That’s fair yea.” JJ nodded and the surrounding two agreed.

Aurora zoned out for a bit, standing there as the lads celebrated the end of the video. She started to focus again when she saw Kon walk towards her “Hey, thanks again for this.” she waved one hand to say it's not a bother, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out the mochi, “Don’t worry, it was fun. Got to leave the flat and free food. Here’s your half, by the way.” and placed it into his hand.

“So what will you be up to after this? Can I tempt you with more food?” She shook her head and took out her phone and started to book an Uber to take her back to her flat “Thanks for the offer Kon, but I’m heading back to the flat and just crashing. I’m beat.” he nodded and shrugged, “That’s fair, see you tomorrow then.” Aurora looked at her phone, the Uber won’t get there for another ten minutes, “Is there anything I can do to help before I go? I don’t mind giving a hand.” she offered.

Kon shook his head and waved her off. "No, no, that's okay. We've got it covered. You just go home and get some rest. You need it," he said, grinning. Aurora nodded and rolled her eyes at his jab, she couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over her. "Okay, thanks, Kon. I'll see you soon," she said, before turning to walk down the stairs to wait for her Uber.

But before she could take another step, her friend Kon stopped her. "Where are you going?" he asked, sounding confused. Aurora turned to face him, feeling confused at his confusion. "I'm going to wait for my Uber outside. It's on its way, and I don't want to miss it," she replied, her tone as confused as she felt.

Kon's eyes narrowed and he raised a very judgemental brow. "You're going to wait outside? In this cold? Are you mad?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Aurora blinked at him "I'm not crazy, Kon. I don’t want to be in anyone’s way and miss my ride." she said as if it was obvious.

Kon shook his head. "You're being stupid, Aurora. You’re not in anyone’s way. Plus, you're going to freeze out there. Come on, wait downstairs where it's warm," he said, taking her arm and steering her towards the stairs. Aurora followed him without complaint as they walked down the stairs. As she settled onto the couch in the lobby while watching him walk back up to the chaotic top floor, she couldn't help but feel happy with her choice of friend. “Text me when you get back to the flat right.”

“Will do boss.” She called up the stairs. Sitting on the couch made Aurora aware of how exhausted she felt. Her mind felt like a deep fog settled and she was pretty sure she hadn’t blinked until her phone vibrated signalling her Uber has arrived. She walked out of the studio and settled into the backseat of the car, feeling grateful to finally be on her way to the flat.

As the Uber made its way through the city, Aurora found herself drifting in and out of consciousness. She was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She tried to focus on the passing buildings and street signs, but it was all a blur. She felt like she blinked and suddenly the car was pulling up outside her flat.

Aurora thanked the driver and stumbled out of the car to make her way inside her flat. She fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the door. Finally, she managed to get it open and walked inside. She took off her shoes, slipped her feet into a pair of slippers, and made sure the front door was locked and bolted before walking to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed, barely managing to text her friend to let her know she was home before falling into a deep sleep.

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Translation (as provided by Google Translate)

You are so beautiful that you leave me speechless. → Eres tan hermosa que me dejas sin palabras.

That was cute, bit boring but cute. But what happened if I didn't know Spanish? → Eso era lindo, un poco aburrido pero lindo. Pero ¿qué pasaría si no supiera español?

You can speak Spanish? → ¿Puedes hablar Espahish?

Yes, I can speak and understand it. → Sí, puedo hablar y entenderlo.

How long? How did you learn? → ¿Cuánto tiempo? ¿Cómo lo aprendiste?

A year, picked it up because I was bored. → Un año, lo aprendí porque estaba aburrido.

I thought you were Spanish you know. Where are you from? → Pensé que eras español, ya sabes. ¿De dónde eres?

I'm not I'm mixed, Filipina and unkown. → No lo soy, soy mixto, filipino y desconocido.

And don't think I missed that part about it being boring. I'd like to see you do better. → Y no creas que pasé por alto esa parte de que fuera aburrido. Me gustaría ver que lo hagas mejor.

Alright, I was expecting to hear something like this. → Está bien, esperaba escuchar algo así.

If we were brands I'd be Nike, you'd be McDonald's cuz I'd be doing it and you'd be loving it → Si fuéramos marcas, yo sería Nike y tú serías McDonald's, porque yo lo haría y tú lo adorarías

I didn't know how to progress from this. I had originally written something that followed Aurora meeting the full gang in a restaurant the day after, but I have no idea what to do after it, and I just stopped.

#harry lewis #harry lewis x original character #unfinished

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